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Poem: Cage

I actually write all my poems on paper first, just because I like it a lot more than typing them out. So instead of actually copying this poem off my […]

The spades of the doubt are digging it deeper The shovels of fate move the ground away The bombs of despair make more holes around it Like anyone else doesn’t […]

This might be a little bit of a weird post, but let me explain. My boyfriend and I are currently watching Jane The Virgin on Netflix (it’s an amazing show, […]

People do things. A lot of things, actually. Some of them are stupid things. A lot of them, to be fair. Sometimes I feel like I do a lot of […]

I’m crying in my bed alone under the sheets I’m crying to myself I’m crying desperate and alone in my bed and it won’t stop I’m crying don’t know what […]

The knife on my wrist Are the windows closed? The music loud? Is the note on the table? The door locked shut? Am I standing straight? Are the win- the […]

I sometimes wonder what’s the real me. If it’s the one that’s positive, helpful, motivated, the one that’s happy and accepts things as they are, solves problems by seeing their […]

Don’t look too closely at the changes as they might sadden you. Don’t look at what is different, don’t see what is new. Hide your eyes from everything, dim the […]

I tripped on my words and fell over. I ended the sentence while looking for cover. I fell down the paragraph, again and again and dotted my thoughts now and […]

In the back of the woods is my house. There are scratches on the paint of the walls. The door is wide open, yet bars and plates of iron try […]

I talk in terror, but mumble in fear. I speak with my eyes closed, avoid every tear. I make a confession, I make a choice. I cry out and louder […]

Did you hear that? The sound of my heart as it broke. Did you hear that? The corpse of my love that I stroke. Can you hear me? Scattered and […]

I was stepping on tiny twigs that crumbled under my feet. I was walking on the holy ground that made me feel vibrations in my chest. As I walked along […]

Tears rolling down the face of the desperate, the erased. They’re trapped in boxes of themselves, their minds are tucked away in shelves of flesh and bones, and rotten hearts, […]